Juice WRLD - Demise lyrics
Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Juice WRLD - Demise lyrics]
Living, living uh, uh (Is it recording?)
Wheezy Beats
I'm living out my own demise
The type of shit I seen
It leave a nigga traumatized
I'm balancing out all my lows
I be under high, yeah, and they wonder why
Little do they realize
Or see the pain behind my eyes
Feeling so unusual
It's been that way for more than days
A couple years or so they tell me that it's
My anxiety, like yeah, i know
They tell me that sobriety is the only road
Road
The boat rocks, all night non-stop, yeah
High tide non-stop
I don't wanna surf no more
I'm in hell but I don't want it
To be my turf no morе i feel Kurt Cobain
Sometimes I can't stand this earth no morе
Drowning, drowning, where's the shore?
And even though on land, when it rains
It pours what's the hope for? Uh
It's what the dope for
Killing my pain like I'm sore
It's not my body, it's my heart
Can't feel my body from the start
It's tearing me apart
But I'm still a work of art
(But I'm still a work of art, uh)
I'm living out my own demise
The type of shit I seen
It leave a nigga traumatized
I'm balancing out all my lows
I be under high, yeah, and they wonder why
Little do they realize
Or see the pain behind my eyes
Feeling so unusual
It's been that way for more than days
A couple years or so they tell me that it's
My anxiety, like yeah, i know
They tell me that sobriety is the only road
Road
Wheezy Beats
I'm living out my own demise
The type of shit I seen
It leave a nigga traumatized
I'm balancing out all my lows
I be under high, yeah, and they wonder why
Little do they realize
Or see the pain behind my eyes
Feeling so unusual
It's been that way for more than days
A couple years or so they tell me that it's
My anxiety, like yeah, i know
They tell me that sobriety is the only road
Road
The boat rocks, all night non-stop, yeah
High tide non-stop
I don't wanna surf no more
I'm in hell but I don't want it
To be my turf no morе i feel Kurt Cobain
Sometimes I can't stand this earth no morе
Drowning, drowning, where's the shore?
And even though on land, when it rains
It pours what's the hope for? Uh
It's what the dope for
Killing my pain like I'm sore
It's not my body, it's my heart
Can't feel my body from the start
It's tearing me apart
But I'm still a work of art
(But I'm still a work of art, uh)
I'm living out my own demise
The type of shit I seen
It leave a nigga traumatized
I'm balancing out all my lows
I be under high, yeah, and they wonder why
Little do they realize
Or see the pain behind my eyes
Feeling so unusual
It's been that way for more than days
A couple years or so they tell me that it's
My anxiety, like yeah, i know
They tell me that sobriety is the only road
Road